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Boarding School
"Dear Student," the sign on the door says, "You and your entire class are invited to the most highly esteemed boarding school in London. Do not fret, a plane flight has been arranged, and your belongings loaded on the plane. Please proceed to the buses."
Everyone was shocked, and some yelled out. But in the end, they proceeded to the buses, to start a new life.
So, here is how this will work:
Everyone will get to pick one subject they like the most, and that will be the place you live. The subjects are:
Math
Writing
Art
Physical Activity
And no trading cards/collectibles are allowed in the school. Music has to be very old, like classical or medieval. Ok, here is the Character sheet;
Name
Age: You have to be under 18
Favorite Subject: listed above
Appearance:
Gender:
Pet(s); Max. Three
Would you like to be an Assistant Writer? Assistant Writers help me write the story.
Do you want a Social or Academic Plotline?; Social Plotlines are about the events and friends and crushes and that stuff, while Academic Plotlines are about studying, and getting good grades, and being a nerd and that stuff.
Also, at any time, you can change part of you character, and that will have impacts on the story.
Ready to begin?
submitted by Gared
(July 3, 2016 - 9:52 am)
(July 3, 2016 - 9:52 am)
Yes, I believe that will work wonderfully! I'll post as a character soon.
(July 24, 2016 - 2:52 pm)
We are in BArking, not London. But that is cool!
(July 24, 2016 - 4:26 pm)
hmm... I thought I posted a letter too. I guess I will try again.
(July 24, 2016 - 5:00 pm)
Cool! Really awsome!
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(July 24, 2016 - 7:21 pm)
Ash~
As promised, I return to the hospital, this time with Ella by my side. We managed to... leave her sister behind. That little girl is too noisy and was getting on my nerves.
"You are not welcome here," a different nurse says, bored, as we enter the wing.
"What do you me-" I am cut off by Ella.
"I apologize for any misunderstandings," Ella says in a sweet voice. "We are here to visit our good friends Hunter and Thomas."
This nurse is male and much younger than the usual nurse. He looks up, eyebrows raised, and shrugs. While in probably his forties, he reminds me of a sixteen-year-old punk teen.
"Listen, I was told not to let a young Writer girl in the Hospital wing," he says.
"Well, there isn't one young Writer girl, but two," Ella says, shooting a fake smile.
"Fine, just don't say it was me who let you in."
Uhuh. I think. You're the only dude on shift right now. We wouldn't have just walked in. But I keep my mouth shut.
The man leads us to Hunter's room and walks away. He absently points a finger to where Thomas's room lays, then disappears around the corner where I can hear the Wing Door being closed.
"This is... This is terrible!" Ella cries, running to Hunter's side.
I completely forgot Ella hasn't seen Hunter yet, nor heard of his current state. I go to his other side and sit down, taking his hand. His pulse is slow and unsteady, skin pale and clammy. I pull an object out of my pocket and set it on a table near his limp head. The framed picture of us on the swings as children. Hunter gave it to me when I was in a coma, so I was doing him a favor by returning it.
"He's so-" Ella starts as Hunter's hand suddenly grips mine and his eyes flutter open.
"A-Ash? Ella? What happened?" His voice is scratchy and weak.
"You got in a fight with Thomas, and he tried killing you," I say gently.
Hunter closes his eyes and goes silent for a minute before speaking up again.
"I... I had to stop him," Hunter mumbles, barely audible. "He would have hurt you instead."
His breath begins to quicken, and his voice becomes high-pitched. Ella motions for us to leave. I give his hand a squeeze, stand up, and tell him to take a deep breath, it's okay. It's okay.
But is it, really?
(July 24, 2016 - 7:54 pm)
I will be gone tommorow, start the riots on Tuesday!!!!!!!!
(July 24, 2016 - 10:03 pm)
TOP top TOP please. Thanks!
(July 25, 2016 - 1:00 pm)
we gotta post! This is an awesome thread! Don't die! Top!
(July 25, 2016 - 6:35 pm)
I know, I was going to post more yesterday, but I err... got grounded. Luckily for only a day. I'll post a waking up post for Hunter now (a quicker one because he passes out again), and a post for Thomas in a minute.
(July 26, 2016 - 9:39 am)
Tommorow. Is. The. Big. Begining. Of. The. Final. Action. Sequence.
More Nerf Guns.
More Riot Barriers.
More Kitten Armies.
Anyway, maybe being a little crazy, but I will do a big post tommorow. Nobody else posts before that. Exept for non story posts.
(July 25, 2016 - 11:30 pm)
Umm... Final Action Sequence? As in... The End?
Please say I read that wrong.
(July 26, 2016 - 11:47 am)
No, of course not. This will take a while to finish.
(July 26, 2016 - 2:54 pm)
:(
(July 26, 2016 - 9:11 am)
I have done the big post for today. It has not loaded yet.
(July 26, 2016 - 12:48 pm)
I am awaken by soft voices, sweet voices. The feeling of someone's hand on my own. My eyes feel like led from the pain medications. Forcing them open I see two people who will forever change my life. Ash and Ella.
"A-Ash? Ella What happened?" My mind is in fragments of memories now.
"You got in a fight with Thomas, and he tried to kill you."
At those words, everything comes crashing back. The insults I threw, the punches I got in return, fighting, dodging, taunting. Then, with the last of his strength, the knife thrown at my heart. My body went into shock, unable to move, unable to cry out.
Then everything went dark.
"I... I had to stop him," I say quietly. "He would have hurt you instead."
My mind is spinning, faster and faster, putting that fight and the near-death on rewind, endlessly. It's... My mind... I'm going delirious, I know... But I can't...
I begin to hear sounds, screaming, crying. Are they from my own lips? Ghosts? Memories?
I fight my senses to open my eyes and succeed. But all I see is fire, fire licking the walls and dancing across the floor. Coming closer... I force my eyes shut again. I'm losing it.
Simple words of comfort slip through the air, and I barely manage to catch hold. Then it's gone. Ash releases my hand, and a door is slightly shut.
Leaving me alone with my crazy mind.
(July 26, 2016 - 9:49 am)